Paul Bellamy's Writings
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Short Story
Mar.12.2010
Mama always told me I had my head in the stars when she would catch me off somewhere yet again. She would laugh at her own cleverness as I would take my eye away from the Barlow lens and smile at her dryly, then chuckle. Her little joke never got old to me, because being up among my stars was the safest place to be. “You’ve got five minutes child, then it’s off...
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Short Story
Mar.07.2010
Bitter cold, stark whiteness, sunlit beauty and an oppressing gloom comingled across the valley plain. In the distance, a line of spruce fir stood guard on the high ridges and bluffs like sentinels overlooking the sparseness; their blackish green one of only three noticeable colors in the scene. Across the vastness, the frozen river was lost. No one other than a...
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Short Story
Feb.26.2010
O’Halloran and Murdock already had Barbara pegged as a loose cannon. Mickell, Scott and Ignatius simply shook their heads at every utterance from her mouth. Berry, however, was more outspoken with his opinion. “She’s uppity,” he had spat out on more than one occasion. Barbara could only imagine which of two probable nouns he wanted to place after that adjective...
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Short Story
Feb.24.2010
They were talking about the school on the radio again, the school Christopher wanted to go to, and things were just as terrible as they were last year. Even after everything that had been done to Chris. His father had personally spoken to the governor, only to have his shoes spit upon. His mother had pleaded with school leaders, but was hissed about in bitter...
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About Paul
I've wanted to be a published author ever since I met and became friends with Words. I was born in Myrtle Beach, SC over 40 years ago, and on the 40th anniversary of Martin Luther King's assassination, I found out my dream was going to come true. Just this...